I don’t know about you, but I grew up watching the Shirley Temple movies. My all time favorite was The Littlest Rebel. I cry every time when Shirley’s mom dies and I have a huge crush on John Boles who plays Shirley’s dad.
Monday, this childhood actrice died at the age of 85. I find it sad that many people’s response is, “I didn’t know she was still alive.”
Posted on February 11, 2014
in Body Image, Breast Cancer, California, clothing, culture, Dance, dignity, Marriage, Modesty, politics, Republicans, women
I’m having a difficult time with the recognition of homosexuals at the forefront of President Obama’s message for the 2014 Olympics. This could open the floor to conversations on multiple levels. (Feel free to comment.) However, I bring this up for one reason.
I love the olympics and always make a tremendous effort to watch them — discrimination should have nothing to do with it. From bobsledding to ice skating, I love watching any of the sports due to the respect I have for all the athletes competing.
I realized today how cherished I am by the men in my life, even those who lack respect for other women. Why is it that a friend who otherwise sleeps with every other girl he speaks with can respect and cherish me in a pure and sisterly way?
This is something I want for you girls. Any man, no matter his background can cherish you for one reason: because it has everything to do with who you are.
I certainly do not have it all figured out but I have realized some things about my friendships, particularly with the male gender. Story time . . .
I wonder if 41 years from now, as I venture into old age, if today will mark the 82nd anniversary of Roe v. Wade — the supreme court decision legalizing abortion through all nine months of a woman’s pregnancy in the United States.
I wonder if the many marches will continue in 2055. Will hope be lost after 50 or 70 years of legalized abortion?
Posted on January 22, 2014
in abortion, culture, death, dignity, ethics, family, Fetal Development, morality, planned parenthood, prayer, pregnancy, Prolife, Vatican, women
Why is it that highs are so high and lows so low? It’s as if we constantly wait to grasp on to something exciting or devastating in life. Always searching for the next new thing.
In other words, when life is flatline it’s often not enough.
I work in a pregnancy resource center that helps women in crisis pregnancy. One thing the center director often notes is that the beautiful women coming in the door have a difficult time living with everything being calm and okay.
It’s as if people crave or even create a storm around themselves, especially us girls.
Downton Abbey **Spoiler Alert**
I have to say — I am obsessed with Downton Abbey. From Mary to Thomas this show has my full attention. I dreaded missing the last episode of season three last year while travelling in Europe. Upon finishing the third season I was devastated by the death of Matthew.
Finally, Downton Abbey is back! No matter how hard I tried to get my hands on this season early I had to wait till the US premiere this past Sunday. Ladies, there is something about this show that leaves us aching for more. Sunday couldn’t have come soon enough.
Last night I was talking about how much Downton Abbey has taught me. It constantly has my wheels turning with the many responsibilities and challenges facing each character. After six months of grieving the loss of Matthew, Mary is told by her grandmother she must choose between life and death.
Here is my promised vlog about body image girls. I hope you find it insightful. I share a little of my experience with body image from high school and while dancing.
See my blog Image Unrapped for background.